Thanksgiving Aftermath

Sooooo, it's the day after Thanksgiving. For those of you not in the US, thanksgiving is a holiday where basically everyone stuffs themselves with turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. It's the holiday of gluttony. An eating disorder sufferer's worst nightmare.

I'm not going to lie, it was hard, but with the help of 8 cups of coffee (my mom said she was trying to pull me off the ceiling half the time. Hey, it's a nervous habit) and my wonderful mother, I made it.

My strategy this Thanksgiving was just to play it safe. So I didn't eat anything until dinner, and then for dinner I just had a salad. But by the time we got to my sister's apartment for the after party (we played Catch Phrase and Know It Or Blow it with my family) I had decided I was being ridiculous and needed to eat more. So I started to snack on the popcorn and cheese and crackers and hot chocolate. Ate more than I was ultimately comfortable with.

But I was determined to be ok.

My mom is so totally awesome through all of these things. She is so supportive and always asks how I'm doing and what she can do to help and where I would prefer to sit to be the most comfortable. She reads a lot on EDs and works so hard and I am SOOOOOO thankful to have her. When we got home, I told her I was having a rough time, so we sat down and watched a documentary on the War of the Worlds radio broadcast and colored in coloring books. Then we listened to music and played rummy until midnight. I didn't want to binge once from being upset that whole evening. I have the best mom in the world!

Today I'm going to dye my hair black/purple/red/brown/auburn and then decorate for Christmas with my mom (our tradition for the day after Thanksgiving). My dad and my sister are out shopping for Black Friday (crazy idiots).

I'm extremely tempted to start the "holiday diet" today. Fighting hard.

Oh! And one more thing. One of my mom's friends also writes a blog. She is an ex anorexic/bulimic and wrote a post for me about staying strong and trusting God. It made me cry.

Missing my boyfriend, but we text a lot, and it's only a week, so I know it will be fine. He's in Dallas right now with his parents. Winter break will be the roughest where it's a month and a week with him 8 hours away. I know he worries because he's not here to "make me take care of myself". I just am sad that we can't give each other hugs. But we spent all 3 months of the summer with him in Baltimore and me in KC, and that's 20 hours away, so we have lots of practice. We'll make it.

I'd like to end with a quote from my friend Mara. In a British accent: "You will get there!"